I was rushing to the gym this morning and I am all out of Z Bars (!!!) so I grabbed this banana:
Clearly I was still asleep or something because I really don’t like bananas by themselves. Something about the texture freaks me out. I needed to eat something, though, because I was starving and I can’t work out when I’m hungry, so I managed to choke down half of it.
Then I went to spinning. The instructor for the class I go to on Wednesday mornings never gets on her bike. She doesn’t ride. She wears spandex. She puts on cycling shoes. And then she just stands there and walks around a little and yells things at people.
This gives me anger management issues. Her class is really, really hard, much harder than any other class I’ve taken – which makes sense, because she doesn’t have to do any work – and sometimes, I feel like I might die. Sometimes, I cannot physically pedal any faster, most likely because I’ve used too much energy cursing at her under my breath.
Today I was having one of those moments when she motioned for us to turn up the resistance even more. She was looking at me, so I pointed at her bike, suggesting that she might want to, you know, jump on and pedal a bit herself or something crazy like that.
She wasn’t thrilled, but it made me feel much better.